"He belongs to me." "But I don't see how you can tell." "I know because I know the stock," Phil explained, "and because I happen to remember that particular calf, in the rodeo last spring.

He got away from us, with his mother, in the cedars and brush over near the head of Mint Wash.

That's one of the things that you have to learn in this business, you see.

But, to be sure we're right, you watch him a minute, and you'll see him go to a Five-Bar cow.

The Five-Bar is my iron, you know--I have a few head running with Uncle Will's." Even as he spoke, the calf, frightened at their closer approach, ran to a cow that was branded as Phil had said, and the cow, with unmistakable maternal interest in her offspring, proved the ownership of the calf.
"You see ?" said Phil.